Barefoot
Below lies my plea for faith in the soul beneath my skin.
This is what I look like, what I listen to & what I see.
I also cordially invite you to read my mind.
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Today at Kismet (on Fire Island) we found nice exterior house decorations…there was also tribal baby dolls painted black and hanging on the fence but Buddha and the rusty bike seemed more photogenic at the time.
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Yesterday was my Pop’s 90th Birthday. We all gathered at his house to celebrate and eat. As I was sitting next to him, I found a book of signatures from his junior high school graduation on a cluttered nightstand. I came across a note from my Pop’s mother (my great grandmother) inside. Thought I’d share…
From Italian to English:
My son August,
I wish you a long life forever content and forever happy
Your dear mother,
Carmela Sarrantonio
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Came across a picture of my cousin’s new “mercy band” for our Uncle Bill. Love you forever, and ever.
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I’ll do anything
To be happy
Oh, cause blue skies are calling
but I know that it’s hard…
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Springtime
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Look at my handsome pup!
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Hello darlings— I’ve been staying at my Uncle’s house in Rochester this weekend and it was nice to catch up with him and my cousins, who stopped over each night.
We took a trip about 40 minutes down to Geneseo and I loved it. I expected it to be pretty, but I didn’t expect to feel homey, being 6-7 hours upstate away from home. This is the furthest school I’ve applied to, besides University of Vermont, and I never imagined myself here until this weekend. I’m still worried about night life and cold weather during the school year, but otherwise, everything else is too perfect. A top state school, a beautiful campus, affordable study abroad programs, connections through other SUNY schools and a little village right on the edge of campus. Keeping my fingers crossed for what’s to come…
(Sorry, I didn’t take any pictures, but here’s an image off the website from the Fall…hahh)
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Rest in peace to the 3 less people that will not be graduating with us this year. I will forever remember you as the ones who have changed me with barely a glance.
Morning, noon and night. Joe, Billy and Taylor.
“Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different, though. You could say the view is larger.”
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My dad makes homemade noodles every so often, usually for chicken soup. When my great grandmother would make noodles, she randomly cut out thicker pieces of dough, which we call “whales” (obviously named after its larger size and special find in the soup). Tonight my dad called me into the room and showed me how he shaped the whales as hearts for tomorrow, and he won’t be telling my mom until she finds them in her soup during our Valentine’s day dinner.
P.S. Sorry for the lame pictures, my kitchen is dimly lit and the lack of contrast doesn’t really help balance out the yellowness.
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My dad just got back from a business trip to Cali. During the trip, he emailed me this picture of the entrance to Jim Morrison’s last apartment owned before passing away.
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Went to the park today. I definitely needed it, even though the trip was not at all like last year’s. Around this time, me, Kevin, and Kristen went to the same spot and found the pond to be completely frozen over. We walked across it to the other side, and just spent the day sliding around on the ice. Today was just grey and melted.
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I love autumn more than any other time of the year. There is so much to look back on, yet still so much ahead. I took this picture last year while upstate. Wish I could snap my fingers and be back in that very same spot.
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9/11 Memorial (by navid j)
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Taken at disney
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I miss summer and I miss sailing and I miss Fire Island.
